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Breaches in Time, a novel

Sigmund Afraid's clients have one terrible thing in common: the world is crazy or they are. Reality" has become riddled with leaky lines and false perspectives, and the most established "certainties" have become sieves. And time, time itself, is showing signs of disturbance. "It starts to spiral inward, faster and faster. At the rate it's going, the end of time is coming soon!" explains one character.

In short, "the decomposition of the world is advanced"; no one believes in his job or his mission anymore and we wouldn't know which saint to follow without the interventions of a facetious elf named Carl, of an anonymous guardian angel who doesn't mince her words, of Zeus and Hera in person who come to talk to the living room.

This joyful picture of a fertile decomposition (also crossed by Madame Ballay, concierge, and Justin Laviolette, botanist) leads us to think that, thanks to the "breaches" that undermine the walls, the partitions, the concreted certainties and the bad times, a new consciousness is emerging. It is happy.